Thursday, November 12, 2015
My Dear Friend:
You were a man whom, we who remain behind a bit longer, were fortunate in having known and called a friend.
Ms Lay in English class called you, "Mr. O'Neil!" as she'd call us front from the back of the class to sit "where I could keep and eye on the both of you!"
Leta, along with my old man, referred to you by your last name when inquiring where we were headed. You would respond, 'Oh, we're just going to the Jack-in-the-Box Mr. Goicoechea', which elicited a smile and the following comment from him; "that sounds like BS to me Mr O'Neil....but have a good time anyways."
The memories of you span 48 years and geographically cover the times we visited one another throughout the American southwest. We did some crazy things in our youth, but that mercurial past is what formed the folks we became; great uncle, brother, parents...and ironclad friends.
I will miss you, as will your family and countless friends whom you lit their lives with your humor and wit.
God Bless you and pleasant journey; save me a table alongside my dad....tell him you brought him a 'Jack-in-the-Box' burger with 'secret sauce' and a salvaged Schlitz from the Guadalupe.
Your friend and military buddy.......Pascual
